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Chapter 15 Chapter 15
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The tile-roofed house with wooden corridors is simple and spacious, with more than a dozen students, and the gentleman is gentle and can read loudly.
After sending the old general to the mansion, Yun Jie left.
Yandu, which has been away for a long time, has a new look. The newly built houses and newly built roads are all unfamiliar, but he still remembers the way to his old house.
It's just that he forgot to ask the old general about Han Ji's residence.
But tomorrow I'm going to the palace to meet you, so I thought it wouldn't be too late to ask afterward. .
Passing by Zhang's mansion, Yun Jie hesitated for a while, and knocked on the door knocker.
The boy who opened the door didn't know Yun Jie, so he asked bluntly, "Who is your step? Looking for my master?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Zhang, please inform me."
"My son is not in the mansion."
At this time, a voice from inside the door approached, "Qiaofu, who is outside the door?"
The boy turned around and lowered his head, and said, "Master, those who are looking for young master, look strange."
After a while, Master Zhang appeared and looked up and down at the travel-worn stranger, "What's your surname?"
The appearance of this old man has not changed much, except that there are a few more wrinkles on his face, and his temples are stained with hoarfrost. Yun Jie smiled kindly, and replied, "Master Zhang, I am Yun Jie."
Master Zhang blinked blankly, clapped his palms and yelled for a while, "Boy of the Ling family? You're still alive!"
But life is big, running on the blade without injury,
"Yes, I'm still alive."
Master Zhang showed no shame at all, turned around and walked towards the inner hall, "Come in."
He picked up a birdcage halfway, whistled to tease the birds, and took the time to ask, "What do you know?"
"No big deal, just going back to Beijing on business and passing by."
Mr. Zhang paused, turned around and asked in disbelief, "Being an official? Not bad, I finally have something to do." Finally, before Yun Jie could answer, he said as he walked, "We know we are busy doing good deeds now, so we are here Behind your dilapidated house, a school was built, I don’t know if the prince is here today, if you go to him, be careful, don’t offend the prince.”
Yun Jie was puzzled, "My lord? Which lord?"
"Which other prince is there? Of course there is only one prince in the court. His status is noble and indescribable!" Master Zhang was extremely proud, as if this incomparable prince came from his Zhang family.
"But the surname is Han?"
"nonsense!"
Yun Jie was speechless, said goodbye casually, and went straight to the old house.
After years of wind and snow, the old house can no longer be called a house, and the ruins are dilapidated.
The wooden door was riddled with insects and ants, with a light push, the iron lock fell off with a snap, leaving the house completely empty, just like when he left.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp, Mulan is weaving at home, I don't hear the sound of looming looms, only the sigh of the female..."
The sound of reading aloud came from behind the house.
Follow the sound to find the gallery-style open room built with round wooden pillars, and the hall is full of people.
Yun Jie stood in front of a pillar and looked over, but he saw Zhang Zhixiao walking among the seats holding a book in his hand, a graceful scholar with a refined posture.
But there is a strange person in the last seat, tall and strong, over the age and crown, sitting without a seated figure, with legs stretched out, leaning crookedly on the edge of the table, with one hand resting on his forehead, staring at Zhang Zhixiao.
This may be the prince that Master Zhang said, but it is not Han Ji.
At this moment, Zhang Zhixiao was walking behind the man, smiled and knocked his forehead with the book.
A scene that surprised him happened, the man took advantage of the situation to grab Zhang Zhixiao's hand, gently moved it, and sucked Zhang Zhixiao's lips.
Yun Jie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head to ignore indecent insults.After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, more relieved than lost.
He stepped up and turned around, deciding to meet Zhang Zhixiao again at a later date.
Yet a voice cried,
"Yunjie? Is that you?"
He had no choice but to stop, turned around and smiled.
"It's really you!" Zhang Zhixiao trotted all the way, overjoyed, he looked left and right, and repeatedly confirmed that Yunjie's hands and feet were safe and sound, and his eyes gradually glowed.
"I was ordered to go back to Beijing. I passed by here. I heard the sound of reading and came to have a look. How are you?" Yun Jie said.
"I...I'm good..." Zhang Zhixiao blushed slightly, and his eyes began to dodge a little.
But hearing a light cough from behind, Han Tang approached, with an unfriendly expression on his face, and said slowly,
"I know, this is the Yunjie you often talk about?"
"Well, yes." Zhang Zhixiao's cheeks were flushed.
Han Tang took a step forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I have admired your name for a long time."
This person is indeed not Han Ji, but the corners of his eyes and brows are somewhat similar to him.
Yun Jie bowed and bowed in the same way, "I dare not do it."
"Yunjie, this is His Royal Highness King Qin." Zhang Zhixiao leaned out half of his body to introduce.
"My lord." Yun Jie saluted again.
Han Tang nodded, "How is the war going?"
"Still anxious, the Yan family can't commit repeated crimes, and our army can't wipe them out in one fell swoop."
Han Tang glanced at Zhang Zhixiao, "I'm afraid it won't subside within a few years, right?"
"I'm afraid it is." Yun Jie turned to Zhang Zhixiao and said, after a few days in Beijing, I should go back to the barracks..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, "General Ling, the master has a request."
Those who come are all living, as usual unsmiling.
Han Tang said loudly first, "Commander Xiao!"
"My lord, goodbye."
The same surname is Han, Han Tang should know Han Ji, but now that the person has come to him, there is no need to ask more questions, but what he doesn't understand is why Han Ji hides his real identity.
The ochre-colored Zhumen, ninety-nine floating pivots, are brilliant and eye-catching.
The high walls are majestic, the floor is paved with golden bricks, and the surrounding is depressingly quiet.
Yun Jie followed Fan Sheng's footsteps and walked towards the inner garden of the deep palace. The doubts in his heart finally turned into fear.
No matter how limited his knowledge is, he still knows the important place of the imperial city, where very people live.
"Please." Fan Sheng stopped and said in a low voice.
Yun Jie raised his head and saw the letter on the golden plaque, Qingzheng Hall.
The person sitting behind the table and writing a quick book is Han Ji.
Even though he wasn't wearing the dragon robe, Yun Jie understood very well, and then he knelt down on the ground.
Han Ji didn't raise his head, but said, "General Ling has worked hard all the way, get up."
Yun Jie glanced at Han Ji, and stood up slowly. What happened in just half a day left him with nothing to say but silence.
Han Ji spoke again, still bowing his head and writing, "Can the old general be settled properly?"
"Everything is in order."
Yun Jie answered this time, but received a stern look from the eunuch who was holding a whisk beside him.
Immediately after that, Han Ji asked again, "Do you have anything to say?"
This is obviously unfair, it was too unexpected for Yun Jie to lose his voice, and Han Ji had already expected today's situation.
"Since there is nothing to say, you step back first, Fan Sheng, and send General Ling back to the mansion."
At this moment, Yun Jie took out the roster, and the eunuch hurriedly took it with both hands and handed it to Han Ji. Han Ji then raised his head, and only glanced at the roster.
After Yun Jie left, Han Ji suddenly dropped his pen.
It is inevitable to see her today, her identity can be hidden for a while but not for the rest of her life, so she simply 'confessed' frankly, but learned that the reason for not being able to receive anyone was because of Yun Jie. Treat each other coldly.
The tile-roofed house with wooden corridors is simple and spacious, with more than a dozen students, and the gentleman is gentle and can read loudly.
After sending the old general to the mansion, Yun Jie left.
Yandu, which has been away for a long time, has a new look. The newly built houses and newly built roads are all unfamiliar, but he still remembers the way to his old house.
It's just that he forgot to ask the old general about Han Ji's residence.
But tomorrow I'm going to the palace to meet you, so I thought it wouldn't be too late to ask afterward. .
Passing by Zhang's mansion, Yun Jie hesitated for a while, and knocked on the door knocker.
The boy who opened the door didn't know Yun Jie, so he asked bluntly, "Who is your step? Looking for my master?"
"I'm looking for Mr. Zhang, please inform me."
"My son is not in the mansion."
At this time, a voice from inside the door approached, "Qiaofu, who is outside the door?"
The boy turned around and lowered his head, and said, "Master, those who are looking for young master, look strange."
After a while, Master Zhang appeared and looked up and down at the travel-worn stranger, "What's your surname?"
The appearance of this old man has not changed much, except that there are a few more wrinkles on his face, and his temples are stained with hoarfrost. Yun Jie smiled kindly, and replied, "Master Zhang, I am Yun Jie."
Master Zhang blinked blankly, clapped his palms and yelled for a while, "Boy of the Ling family? You're still alive!"
But life is big, running on the blade without injury,
"Yes, I'm still alive."
Master Zhang showed no shame at all, turned around and walked towards the inner hall, "Come in."
He picked up a birdcage halfway, whistled to tease the birds, and took the time to ask, "What do you know?"
"No big deal, just going back to Beijing on business and passing by."
Mr. Zhang paused, turned around and asked in disbelief, "Being an official? Not bad, I finally have something to do." Finally, before Yun Jie could answer, he said as he walked, "We know we are busy doing good deeds now, so we are here Behind your dilapidated house, a school was built, I don’t know if the prince is here today, if you go to him, be careful, don’t offend the prince.”
Yun Jie was puzzled, "My lord? Which lord?"
"Which other prince is there? Of course there is only one prince in the court. His status is noble and indescribable!" Master Zhang was extremely proud, as if this incomparable prince came from his Zhang family.
"But the surname is Han?"
"nonsense!"
Yun Jie was speechless, said goodbye casually, and went straight to the old house.
After years of wind and snow, the old house can no longer be called a house, and the ruins are dilapidated.
The wooden door was riddled with insects and ants, with a light push, the iron lock fell off with a snap, leaving the house completely empty, just like when he left.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp, Mulan is weaving at home, I don't hear the sound of looming looms, only the sigh of the female..."
The sound of reading aloud came from behind the house.
Follow the sound to find the gallery-style open room built with round wooden pillars, and the hall is full of people.
Yun Jie stood in front of a pillar and looked over, but he saw Zhang Zhixiao walking among the seats holding a book in his hand, a graceful scholar with a refined posture.
But there is a strange person in the last seat, tall and strong, over the age and crown, sitting without a seated figure, with legs stretched out, leaning crookedly on the edge of the table, with one hand resting on his forehead, staring at Zhang Zhixiao.
This may be the prince that Master Zhang said, but it is not Han Ji.
At this moment, Zhang Zhixiao was walking behind the man, smiled and knocked his forehead with the book.
A scene that surprised him happened, the man took advantage of the situation to grab Zhang Zhixiao's hand, gently moved it, and sucked Zhang Zhixiao's lips.
Yun Jie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head to ignore indecent insults.After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, more relieved than lost.
He stepped up and turned around, deciding to meet Zhang Zhixiao again at a later date.
Yet a voice cried,
"Yunjie? Is that you?"
He had no choice but to stop, turned around and smiled.
"It's really you!" Zhang Zhixiao trotted all the way, overjoyed, he looked left and right, and repeatedly confirmed that Yunjie's hands and feet were safe and sound, and his eyes gradually glowed.
"I was ordered to go back to Beijing. I passed by here. I heard the sound of reading and came to have a look. How are you?" Yun Jie said.
"I...I'm good..." Zhang Zhixiao blushed slightly, and his eyes began to dodge a little.
But hearing a light cough from behind, Han Tang approached, with an unfriendly expression on his face, and said slowly,
"I know, this is the Yunjie you often talk about?"
"Well, yes." Zhang Zhixiao's cheeks were flushed.
Han Tang took a step forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I have admired your name for a long time."
This person is indeed not Han Ji, but the corners of his eyes and brows are somewhat similar to him.
Yun Jie bowed and bowed in the same way, "I dare not do it."
"Yunjie, this is His Royal Highness King Qin." Zhang Zhixiao leaned out half of his body to introduce.
"My lord." Yun Jie saluted again.
Han Tang nodded, "How is the war going?"
"Still anxious, the Yan family can't commit repeated crimes, and our army can't wipe them out in one fell swoop."
Han Tang glanced at Zhang Zhixiao, "I'm afraid it won't subside within a few years, right?"
"I'm afraid it is." Yun Jie turned to Zhang Zhixiao and said, after a few days in Beijing, I should go back to the barracks..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, "General Ling, the master has a request."
Those who come are all living, as usual unsmiling.
Han Tang said loudly first, "Commander Xiao!"
"My lord, goodbye."
The same surname is Han, Han Tang should know Han Ji, but now that the person has come to him, there is no need to ask more questions, but what he doesn't understand is why Han Ji hides his real identity.
The ochre-colored Zhumen, ninety-nine floating pivots, are brilliant and eye-catching.
The high walls are majestic, the floor is paved with golden bricks, and the surrounding is depressingly quiet.
Yun Jie followed Fan Sheng's footsteps and walked towards the inner garden of the deep palace. The doubts in his heart finally turned into fear.
No matter how limited his knowledge is, he still knows the important place of the imperial city, where very people live.
"Please." Fan Sheng stopped and said in a low voice.
Yun Jie raised his head and saw the letter on the golden plaque, Qingzheng Hall.
The person sitting behind the table and writing a quick book is Han Ji.
Even though he wasn't wearing the dragon robe, Yun Jie understood very well, and then he knelt down on the ground.
Han Ji didn't raise his head, but said, "General Ling has worked hard all the way, get up."
Yun Jie glanced at Han Ji, and stood up slowly. What happened in just half a day left him with nothing to say but silence.
Han Ji spoke again, still bowing his head and writing, "Can the old general be settled properly?"
"Everything is in order."
Yun Jie answered this time, but received a stern look from the eunuch who was holding a whisk beside him.
Immediately after that, Han Ji asked again, "Do you have anything to say?"
This is obviously unfair, it was too unexpected for Yun Jie to lose his voice, and Han Ji had already expected today's situation.
"Since there is nothing to say, you step back first, Fan Sheng, and send General Ling back to the mansion."
At this moment, Yun Jie took out the roster, and the eunuch hurriedly took it with both hands and handed it to Han Ji. Han Ji then raised his head, and only glanced at the roster.
After Yun Jie left, Han Ji suddenly dropped his pen.
It is inevitable to see her today, her identity can be hidden for a while but not for the rest of her life, so she simply 'confessed' frankly, but learned that the reason for not being able to receive anyone was because of Yun Jie. Treat each other coldly.
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